A Poem Should Not Mean

Poets... Are Literal-minded Men Who Will Squeeze A Word Till It Hurts.

The Infantile Cowardice Of Our Time Which Demands An External Pattern, A Nonhuman Authority.

The Only Thing About A Man That Is A Man . . . Is His Mind. Everything Else You Can Find In A Pig Or A Horse.

They Also Live Who Swerve And Vanish In The River.

Never In All Their History Have Men Been Able Truly To Conceive Of The World As One: A Single Sphere, A Globe, Having The Qualities Of A Globe, A Round Earth In Which All The Directions Eventually Meet, In Which There Is No Center Because Every Point, Or None, Is Center - An Equal Earth Which All Men Occupy As Equals. The Airman's Earth, If Free Men Make It, Will Be Truly Round: A Globe In Practice, Not In Theory.